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Psalm of the Rose Quartz
04:09
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Last night I awoke from a terrible dream,
shuddering in the dark, reaching for your arm to cling.
With your hand in my mouth reaching deep inside me,
I started to scream but you couldn't hear a thing.
There's a witch on this beach, and she chants through her speech.
It is "darling" she says, but she has made a haunted bed.
In my palm a rose quartz, I try to shut off my brain,
meditate away my fears, convince myself I'm insane.
Baby let's drive across the USA, if we just get away our love will make it all okay.
There's a witch inside me, and she's trying to deceive.
I am scared on my own so I follow your lead.
Endless as waves crashing in from the sea,
you will always be longing when all you want is everything.
Like the mole crabs I watched burrow in the sand
I know I need to be alone, but baby please hold my hand.
I've got my love on the shelf and now nothing can be felt.
No sense in putting forth an effort if you don't even love yourself.
Demons pluck me from bed like they're gathering flowers.
With such impressionability they know I'm easy to devour.
With pure love in my heart how do I always go wrong?
I guess these thin, bony ankles don't help me stand strong.
There's a witch on this beach, and she chants through her speech.
It is "darling" she says, as she sleeps in her haunted bed.
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2. |
Not Primarily Words
03:06
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Open as a vessel, feelings begin to flood.
Not clear to understand what takes over my blood.
The condition of being human and all that it requires
is a weight from time to time, as the Earth conspires.
Hard to speak so I must show emotions as they surge.
For the perceivable universe is not primarily words.
No, the perceivable universe is not primarily words.
Worry creeps itself inside, stealing precious time.
Moments lost in anxious thought, masterfully blind.
The panacea, breath deep to keep the soft brain cool.
Learn from the trees as they teach,
just being alive is all you're supposed to do.
Hard to speak so I must show emotions as they surge.
For the perceivable universe is not primarily words.
No, the perceivable universe is not primarily words.
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3. |
She Is Mine
02:19
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A picture of two lovers from a summer's past.
She wears his white t-shirt as she cuddles up to his bare chest.
He holds her and is sincere in the way he gazes as if to say
"she is mine, she is mine, she is mine".
All that it means to belong is present in their faces
on the floor of an unfinished apartment,
white walls and flea infestation.
In the muggy heat of a Pittsburgh summer
they choose to spend their lives together, together.
He holds her and is sincere in the way he gazes as if to say
"she is mine, she is mine, she is mine, she is mine".
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4. |
Peace to Say Goodbye
03:46
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Remembering when we were seventeen.
Wandering around oh so carelessly.
We were practically just two little babies.
I thought back then I'd be safe from the world.
He said "I'm going to marry this sweet little girl".
But oh no, where did our love go?
I'm stuck so I guess I'll just put on this show.
It's a pretty good thing that I learned how to sew.
'Cause there's mending to do before I can let go.
I didn't think twice about giving my life.
A wife as a teen knowing not what it would mean.
After all, Jesus had said I should follow this dream.
But I've seen now just how love can leave.
So without a ring on my hand I'll forever be free.
But still somehow I need to believe
I'll find love so intense that I barely can breathe.
Oh, I know we didn't mean to lie,
and he loved me so much, just doesn't know how to try.
Oh, I take a deep breath and sigh,
'cause I finally found the peace to say goodbye.
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5. |
Songs of Love
01:36
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I float into the atmosphere, I sacrifice the body.
A war wages on in fear, the battle it is bloody.
You don't know when it will come, but when it does my friend...
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.
I dreamt of flying way up here, but now I am dying.
Something real has disappeared, it's lost with all the lying.
I see my shadow floating by, I think of days of when
the old grey ghost was my true love, and I thought I could win.
You don't know when it will come, but when it does my friend...
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.
A moment comes and not to soon when beauty will appear
and all the rest fades away, including my old fear.
Sailing out for different points, they try to make their way.
Spirit, body I am told, will meet again one day.
You don't know when it will come, but when it does my friend...
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.
You'll be singing songs of love, giving thanks till the end.
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6. |
Nothing but the Sun
04:19
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I've begun to fray watching my life play.
I hope it's a phase; I will be okay.
Been getting skinnier by the day, I guess I just like wasting away.
'Cause when the summer shines, feelings clogging up my mind,
got me spending all my time...
Eating nothing but the sun. Nothin' but the sun... Girl you better run.
Am I predisposed? Destruction I disclose.
When everything is going fine inside I still explode.
Seems you just can't stand not holding someone's hand,
you never have a plan, but you got your man. You need a distant land;
only way you'll understand how to face yourself alone.
How does anyone know which is the right road?
When hearts they pound for love, but the selfish brain still glows.
My friend, she told me of her frights, images haunting her at night.
While her lover holds her tight, she shook there and she cried.
Seems no matter how she tries...
In love you can't be free. Aching possibilities eat away your mind.
What should you leave behind?
Today you looked at me with distaste while changing a flat tire;
I loathed you'd put me in that place.
But, a lover is a mirror, that's why relationships are laden with fear.
We want to be deserving, which takes some bending, breaking, burning.
Of those natural, selfish tendencies, emotions run high.
In this life of co-dependency, don't want to say goodbye.
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